Sunday, September 28, 2014

My boys

There are times in my life when I feel weak and fractured: when I worry about my heart that beats erratically and aches for constancy, when the to do list grows longer than the can list, when loneliness takes a seat at my table and refuses to leave.  But when it comes to my boys there is a strength that can not be measured, a love that has no end and a courage that can meet whatever the day brings.  They are and continue to be, my best reason for drawing oxygen.  They are my first breath of gratitude in the morning and my last breath of thanksgiving before I surrender to sleep.
Today was a beautiful fall Sunday spent in the company of my two bright lights.
Here are some of the highlights:
 And as the day closes I find myself overcome with soul satisfying gratitude.  A very good day.

1 comment:

Traci Hendrix Hart said...

you all are beautiful! don't you just LOVE having boys? I'm grateful every day for mine...